Dry County

Ah, sitting in the back seat of a low

Ride automobile

We're cruisin' on the outskirts

Lookin' for a two-legged dealWe got a Dry County, can't find no spirits here

Dry County, run for your life out of fear

For things that you cannot find

Across a Dry County lineIf the signs say liquor in the front baby

And poker in the rear

All you find is trouble

It's best that you get out of here-Chorus:

You got a Dry County, can't find no vices here

No, no, no, no, no

Dry County, run for your life out of fear

Run for your life out of fear

Can't find no spirits nowhere

For things that you cannot find across

A Dry County line